Passions burst.
The excitement of being
Leaks away into time and space.

And it seems to get hotter every year,
As I lie here caught between
Loss, lethargy and a sweet indulgence
That ages you fast …

Above me
Snowy clouds
Of fleecy willow blossom
Teem in the air,
Flimsy magic
That soon slips through your fingers.

Dreams of flesh
Soon turn to dust…